From Freddie's perspective, no one in this photo is taking advantage of it!
This guy is, however.
In any case, walking — After Midnight, On Sunshine, Like an Egyptian — is a very fine thing, and a blog titled Walking With Freddie should certainly have something to say about the topic!
On a related note, plenty of bigger brains than mine have thought about the physical/psychological/philosophical/cognitive/social/spiritual wonders of walking. Our good friend Bruce, a philosophy prof at Thompson Rivers University, teaches whole courses on walking. His many fascinating sub-topics include such things as the connection between walking and Romanticism and "walking as a subversive act in the age of the car." Now, doesn't that make you want to sign up? It does me!
This blog post (and the next one) are clearly just baby steps in the big field of thinking about walking, but if they inspire any of you, my dear readers, to ponder your pedalism, then I'll consider them a success.
I even walked home after fainting in grade one, just before the 3:00 bell. It was hot, and I was overdressed. I guess my teacher thought that removing my woolly cardigan and sending me off for a nice walk in the fresh air was the best thing to do, and she was probably right.
In any case, I realize now that all that walking to and from school was really quite an important part of my youth. Aside from gym class, it was the only rigorously regular form of exercise I got. Walking kept me connected to the outside world and the changing seasons (more dramatic back in Montreal, where my commuter footwear ranged from loafers to fake mukluks to welly boots to sandals). Most importantly, perhaps, it gave me quiet thinking time — every day, four times a day.
22 Feet A-Walkin'
towing Freddie in his trailer), and even though I tend to pace back and forth at the front of the classroom, I sometimes wish my job required me to walk. Substantial distances, every day. Like, say .....
I'm sure that delivering the daily mail would, like any gig, have its drawbacks (some of which I've learned about from my friend Gary). But I also think it would be very groovy — especially if I had Freddie along.
Maybe Freddie and I could pioneer our college's first ambulatory English classes. Now, that would be groovy.
Anyway, stay tuned for the next installment of WWF, in which our top reasons for the grooviness of walking will be revealed!